Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 324
The General's Descent: Nine Dragon Thunder Flames Sweep Away Ten Thousand Ghosts
“Rumble...!”
A heaven-shaking explosion reverberated across the entire northern wall of the Ancient Capital. Lin Feng’s descent from the heavens carried the terrifying weight and supreme pressure of true dragon might, directly smashing the steel-hard body of the Bone-Spike Lord into a gruesome slurry of flesh and shattered bone. The ancient bricks of the city wall, weathered by thousands of years of wind and frost, instantly fractured into countless cracks under the terrifying shockwave, while the residual magic lava sizzled and smoked.
A dense cloud of dust mixed with the stench of tainted blood shrouded a vast expanse. Every single defense soldier and advanced mage locked in a desperate battle atop this section of the wall stood frozen in shock. Their eyes bulged, sockets nearly splitting, while their throats tightened so completely that not a single sound could escape. They stared blankly at the youthful figure who had just descended from the stormy clouds, standing tall and unyielding amidst a sea of blood and shattered bones.
A deathly silence hung in the air for a fraction of a second before thousands of gazes erupted into utter terror and disbelief.
“What... what was that?!”
“The Bone-Spike Lord! That lord-class monster with a bone armor tough enough to shrug off three Advanced-tier magic bombardment spells was... was crushed to death with a single stomp?!”
“Look at his cloak! The insignia of the Thunder Temple and the Dragon Soul... No way... Could it be...”
Below the wall, surging waves of undead, skeletons, and corpse soldiers poured in from all directions, exploiting the massive breach torn open in the defenses. The deafening roars of tens of thousands of monsters shook the air, and the stench of millennia-old corpses assaulted the senses, threatening to induce vomiting. Countless soldiers of the Ancient Capital, their mana depleted and holding trembling spears, waited despairingly for death to claim them.
Yet Lin Feng gave them no room to hope for a drawn-out slaughter.
His deep black eyes flashed with a sharp, blade-like cold light cutting through the night. His handsome face bore no superfluous emotion aside from the chilling majesty of a descended deity. He slowly raised both hands; a brilliant golden flame suddenly erupted from his right palm, while his palm began to dance with crackling, thick purplish-black lightning bolts.
“Seeking death? I’ll grant you ashes.”
Lin Feng’s voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly in the minds of tens of thousands, completely suppressing the roaring cries of the fiends.
“Nine Dragons Flame Bow... Manifest!”
Boom!
The instant that name left Lin Feng’s lips, the pitch-black night sky above the Ancient Capital suddenly flared with the blinding brilliance of midday! An unprecedented, terrifying heatwave flattened the surrounding space, warping and distorting the air in a terrifying fashion. From behind Lin Feng, nine pillars of golden light erupted furiously like magma from the earth’s core, transforming into nine golden colossal dragons over a hundred meters long!
These nine fire dragons were far from ordinary illusions. Their majestic eyes brimmed with intelligence, their razor-sharp scales shimmered with diamond-like luster, their claws possessed the might to rend space itself, and their wide-open maws exhaled the purest Primordial Dragon Flames. Their appearance caused the ambient temperature across the battlefield to soar by thousands of degrees Celsius. Puddles of rainwater and blood pooled on the ground instantly evaporated into thick white mist in the blink of an eye.
“Roar...!”
A dragon howl shook the nine heavens, carrying an ancient pressure that made the souls of countless low-tier undead tremble violently. Devoid of true fear, their primitive survival instincts facing absolute destruction nevertheless forced them to halt and frantically scramble backward.
But it was too late.
Lin Feng swung his right hand forward, his icy gaze erupting with killing intent:
“Go!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The nine golden fire dragons charged forward at supersonic speed, tearing the night sky into nine colossal, blazing scars. Sweeping across the breached section of the wall, they plunged straight into the surging black tide of advancing undead below.
Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble...!!!!!!!
A cataclysmic explosion erupted. The billowing golden sea of flames expanded in a single breath, forming a fiery tsunami thousands of meters wide that consumed everything in its path. Over ten thousand skeleton warriors, heavy corpse soldiers, and countless grotesque monsters barely touched the flames before letting out piercing shrieks that cut short as they were incinerated into black ash.
There was no resistance. No stalemate. The might of the Nine Dragons Flame Bow surpassed all conventional comprehension of Fire-element magic. It was the absolute embodiment of destruction and purification. The entire battlefield in front of the city wall transformed in the blink of an eye into a blazing crimson purgatory where all creation was reduced to nothingness.
The Ancient Capital soldiers standing atop the wall stared blankly at this miraculous spectacle. The scorching heat slapped fiercely against their faces, but deep within their chests surged a warmth and exhilaration unlike anything they had felt through days of despair and the bone-chilling aura of death.
However, Lin Feng had no intention of stopping there.
The undead from the distance continued pouring forward like a swarm of locusts blotting out the horizon, wave upon wave surging to fill every gap. He turned lightly, his left hand gripping the crackling purplish-black lightning as it suddenly burst forth with a brilliance rivaling the sun.
“Nirvana Thunder Bow: Lightning Realm Punishment!”
Crack... Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavens and earth shifted color abruptly. The churning dark clouds above shed their ordinary stormy gray, transforming into a deep, terrifying purplish-black. Thousands upon thousands of massive purplish-black lightning bolts, thick as ancient tree trunks, plunged from the dense clouds like a torrential summer rain, blanketing the vast wilderness outside the Northern Gate.
Every single lightning bolt bore the destructive might of the Lord of Thunder, piercing deep into the earth to carve jagged craters that spat debris and blinding electric arcs. Commander-class monsters, regardless of how desperately they attempted defensive magic or relied on hardened flesh, instantly detonated into scattered chunks of flesh flying through the gale upon contact with the purplish-black thunder.
Deafening thunderclaps roared incessantly, shaking the fortress for ten miles around. The wilderness—once a breeding ground for countless monsters and undead—was now plowed and battered by lightning, flattened into a barren wasteland completely cleared of evil spirits. Not a single creature dared rear its head; not a single monstrous shriek remained. Everything was thoroughly suppressed by the unrivaled might of dual thunder and fire.
Just as the battlefield was temporarily cleared of a vast expanse, graceful and majestic figures descended one after another onto the city ramparts from the sky behind Lin Feng.
At the lead stood Mu Ningxue, her long silver hair whipping wildly in the wind and rain, freezing and detached like a descending goddess of ice. Around her, pure, sparkling ice crystals bloomed to form an absolute protective barrier. Following her was Tang Yue in form-fitting attire accentuating her alluring curves, wielding a crimson whip radiating a warm, glowing flame. At the same time, Xie Zhaoyuan and Old Hu—two senior military powerhouses—also touched down, panting heavily yet gazing with absolute awe and intense excitement at Lin Feng’s lean yet stalwart back, unyielding as a pillar supporting the sky.
“Guard this section of the wall and secure the defense line. Leave the rest to me.” Without turning around, Lin Feng spoke calmly, his tone carrying an absolute authority that brooked no argument.
“Understood, Major General!” Suppressing the shock in his heart, Xie Zhaoyuan immediately raised his voice to command the stunned remnants: “All troops, hear my order! Secure the defense line! Rotate combat shifts immediately! We are no longer fighting alone!”
Atop the Northern Gate wall, after a few seconds of utter, stunned silence, the atmosphere detonated like an atomic bomb.
A young soldier clutched his chipped spear, weeping tears of joy while grinning so wide his face contorted. He looked up at the sky where Lin Feng stood proudly amidst the lightning and sea of fire, then mustered every ounce of strength in his lungs and roared:
“Major General Lin Feng! The God of War Lin Feng of Shenzhou has come to rescue us!”
One man’s roar spread like wildfire, transforming into a colossal sonic wave that pierced the stormy night clouds:
“Major General Lin Feng has arrived!”
“We’re saved! The Ancient Capital is saved!”
“Kill! Slaughter these undead bastards for me!”
Tens of thousands of Ancient Capital soldiers, teetering on the brink of despair and imminent death, were instantly injected with the most potent stimulant imaginable. Officers, privates, mages... all of them cheered Lin Feng’s name with overflowing hope, tears mingling with rainwater streaming down soot-stained faces. The appearance of this single man served as a brilliant lighthouse amid the stormy sea, rekindling the fierce flame of survival within the heart of every citizen in this ancient fortress.
Lin Feng stood straight atop the ramparts, his cold gaze scanning far into the dark night where the depths of the undead horde hissed in furious outrage. The true battle had only just begun, but from this moment onward, the entire war was firmly in the palm of his hand.